Sunday, July 20, 2014
I'm at home around them.
I like the smell of new books.
I like the smell of old, musty books.
I like to open books that haven't been opened in years.
I look for stuff.
I make no excuses.
We went to the Yarmouth Clam Festival on Friday afternoon. To save ourselves the hassle, parking fee and traffic, we parked at the Delorme Map Store on Route 1 and took the short shuttle bus ride to Main Street. If you can get away, Friday's a good day to get there. It's a work day, so crowds and families are at a minimum. Lots of sights, music, art, crafts and of course clams, crabs, lobster, mussels, bar-b-que pork and more and more and more. Let's not kid ourselves here, the food is the big draw. If you are lookin' to gain some lbs this summer, this is where you should have been this weekend.
Back to books. So the bus dropped us at the flea market tables, and we did a quick look. Believe it or not, but most of the stuff I saw amid the tables, we have and are trying to get rid of too. You see, we're on this cleaning the house of crap kick these days.
Next, we ventured over to the used books' tables. I told Elenka that I was 'heading in' and I'd catch up with her in a while. Over my shoulder, I think I saw her roll her eyes. At home she's busily dumping books and assorted clutter, and I'm happily still in a collecting trance. She already seemed restless, so I didn't stay at the tables long. If she's waiting, I better move right along.
We make a good team.
But don't ask me to explain it.
Some mysteries are still unsolved.